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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
CMW,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Gong,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.