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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Q65,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
The Associates,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.