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 Korea North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the techno 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.