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 Georgia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.