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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 808 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
the Human League,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.