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 Togo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Halifax and Lyon.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Television,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.