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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker to the rap 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.