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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
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.