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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Tears for Fears to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.