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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.