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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Godley & Creme to the rock 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.