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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.