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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.