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 Korea South and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 the Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.