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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.