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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Seoul and Beijing.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.