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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.