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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide 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?
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.