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 Chad and from Accra.
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 Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül II to the rap 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.