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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.