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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.