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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
DNA,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.