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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 The Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.