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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the crunk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.