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 Korea South and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Brick,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.