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 Korea North and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.