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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 The Names to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.