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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Index to the dance 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.