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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.