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 Indonesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 John Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Crime,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
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.