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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Cymande 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.