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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Darondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.