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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.