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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.