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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Jandek,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.