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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Swans,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.