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 Argentina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.