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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Unwound,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.