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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.