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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Germs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.