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 Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
The Sound,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.