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 Kiribati and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the rap 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.