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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Echospace to the rock 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Ten City,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.