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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.