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 Peru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.