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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Fat Boys 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Wings,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.