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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Black Moon to the jazz 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.