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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.