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 Italy and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding 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?
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Wings,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.