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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five 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?
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.