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 Angola and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gun Club to the crunk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
The Standells,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.