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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s.
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 Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Nico,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.