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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 rhodes 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.