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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.