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 Philippines 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Index,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.