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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks 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?
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.