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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Surgeon to the punk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.