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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.