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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.