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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.