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 Austria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Deakin to the funk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
the Germs,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.