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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.