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 Romania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.