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 Congo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Faust,
The Index,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.