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 St Lucia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
ABC,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.