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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.