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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Sister Nancy to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.