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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.