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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.