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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.