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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 a-ha to the funk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Wire,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.