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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.