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 Honduras 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Monks,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.