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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 snare 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.