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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.