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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Flipper,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.