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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Neu!,
Urselle,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.