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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.