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 Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.