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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.