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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Pole,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.