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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.