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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Joe Finger to the disco 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.