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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the grime 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.