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 Albania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Ludus,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.