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 Australia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A to the grunge 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Television,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Japan,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.