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 Estonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Franke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.