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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
X-102,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
The Sonics,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.