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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.