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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Moleskins,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.