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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Oneida,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Crime,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.