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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Neu!,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.