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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.