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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the dance 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.