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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mummies to the disco 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.