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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Icehouse to the grunge 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.