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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 X-102 to the grunge 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.