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 Algeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Minutemen 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.