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 Armenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.