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 Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Skarface,
Can,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.