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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
The Fall,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.