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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
a-ha,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.