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 Morocco and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.