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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.