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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Franke,
The Smoke,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.