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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the dance 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Swans,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.