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 Slovenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 The Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.