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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays 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?
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.