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 Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson 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?
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.