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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.