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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.