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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Index,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.