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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 marimba 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 Amon Düül to the disco 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.