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 Malawi 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Clear Light to the rap 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.