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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 The Wake to the dance 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.