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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.