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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Associates to the funk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.