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 Dominica and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Detroit Cobras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Television,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.