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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.