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 Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.