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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.