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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.