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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.