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 Spain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.