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 Switzerland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Brick,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Japan,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.