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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.