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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 The Young Rascals to the punk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.