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 Macedonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.