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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.