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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 grunge 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.