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 Eritrea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.