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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.