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 Canada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.