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 Albania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.