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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 The Mummies to the techno 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.