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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.