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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 the Association to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.