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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 synthesizer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.