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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion to the grunge 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.