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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 FM Einheit to the grunge 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.