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 Angola and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Mars,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.