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 Namibia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.