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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.