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 Argentina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.