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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Pole,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Index,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.