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 Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.