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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skatalites to the grime 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.