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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.