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 Germany and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.