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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.