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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Fear to the techno 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Gong,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Magma,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.