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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.