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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Shoche to the grunge 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.