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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.