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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.