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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.