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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
John Cale,
ABC,
Faraquet,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
June Days,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.