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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.