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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 ABC to the crunk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Audionom,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.