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 Armenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.