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 Guyana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Wings,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.