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 Spain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Rod Modell to the funk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.