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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.