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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.