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 Malta and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.