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 Iceland and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Magma,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.