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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Human League,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
cv313,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.