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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.