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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Visage,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.