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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Normal to the rock 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.