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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Harmonia to the electroclash 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
June Days,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.