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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Visage,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.