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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Depeche Mode 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.