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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Harry Pussy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.