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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.