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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Offenders to the rock 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.