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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Swans,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.