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 United States and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.