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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 guitar 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 The Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.