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 Netherlands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 The Star Department to the funk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.