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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Pole,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.