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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Organ,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.