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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.