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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 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 The Velvet Underground to the dance 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.