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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.