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 Oman and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.