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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.