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 Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.