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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
the Germs,
Wings,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.