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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.