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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.