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 Sierra Leone 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.