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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.