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 Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.