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 Spain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
UT,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.