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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.