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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the dance 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.