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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.