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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
June Days,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.