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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.