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 Chad and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.