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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 The Moody Blues to the grime 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.