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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.