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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.