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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Ohio Players to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Mars,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.