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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Human League to the funk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.