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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Görl to the techno 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.