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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.