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 Vietnam and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.