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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.