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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Nas,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.