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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the crunk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.