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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.