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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League 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?
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.