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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.