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 Russia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s 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 the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.