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 Niger and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Wings,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.