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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sun City 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Nico,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.