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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 synthesizer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.