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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the jazz 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.