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 Sweden and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the rock 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.