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 Venezuela and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.