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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the crunk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.