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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Q65,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.