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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.