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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 rhodes 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 Country Teasers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.