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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.