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 Macedonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Durutti Column to the dance 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.