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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.