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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Invisible,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.