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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.