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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.