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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.