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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.