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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.