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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.