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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.