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 Albania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
June Days,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.