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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the funk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Organ,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.