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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.