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 Turkey and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.