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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.