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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 güiro 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 The Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.