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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.