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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.