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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 The Dead C to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.