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 Canada and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Kayak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.