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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.