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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the disco 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.