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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.