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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the punk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.