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 Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül 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?
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.