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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 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?
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.