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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.