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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.