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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.