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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Japan,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.