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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.