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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MDC to the grunge 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
the Association,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.