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 Australia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.