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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 This Heat to the rock 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Brick,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Gong,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.