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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 T. Rex 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.