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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.