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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Deepchord to the dance 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.