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 Denmark and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.