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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.