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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
cv313,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.