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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
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.