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 Chad and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.