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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the rap 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.