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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.