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 China and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.