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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Wire,
Visage,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.