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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 E-Dancer to the grime 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.