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 Poland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.