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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Copenhagen and Paris.
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 mellotron 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.