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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 E-Dancer to the punk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.