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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Smog,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.