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 Japan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Moebius,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.