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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Neu! to the electroclash 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.