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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the grime 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.