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 El Salvador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.