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 Spain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.