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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Walker Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Pole,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.