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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Joey Negro to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.