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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Rites of Spring to the punk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Television,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.