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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.