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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.