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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the grime 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.