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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Heaven 17 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.