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 Germany and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
Faust,
Wings,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.