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 East Timor and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.