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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.