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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Gang Green to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.