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 Palau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Busters to the techno 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Index,
June Days,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.