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 Macedonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.