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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.