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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.