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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.