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 Chile and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wire 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.