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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Royal Trux to the rock 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.