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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Delta 5 to the rock 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
10cc,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.