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 Canada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
The Names,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.