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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Q65,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.