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 Austria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Jawbox to the techno 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.