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 Hungary and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.