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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.