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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Faust,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.