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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.