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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.