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 Namibia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neu! to the electroclash 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Oneida,
Wings,
Wire,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.