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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Music Machine to the electroclash 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.