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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.