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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.