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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.