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 Libya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.