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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Index,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.