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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
CMW,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.