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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Crime,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.