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 Armenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.