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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the crunk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Urselle,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
UT,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.