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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.