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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade 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?
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.