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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.