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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 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 Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.