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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Pole,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.