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 Macedonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.