Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.