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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.