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 Syria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the grime 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.