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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Brick,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.