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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.