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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.