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 Russia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Black Dice 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.