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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.