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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.