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 Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.