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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.