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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Wire,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.