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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Germs to the rock 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.