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 Malaysia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Moebius,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.