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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
CMW,
Deakin,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.