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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.