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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.