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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.