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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Interpol,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.