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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus 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?
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.