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 China and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.