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 Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Television,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.