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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring 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?
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.