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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Funky Four + One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.