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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 theremin 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 The Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.