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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
MDC,
DJ Style,
The Index,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.