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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 kango's stein massive to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.