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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Organ,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Gong,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.