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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Steve Hackett to the rock 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.