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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.