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 Moldova 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Inner City to the jazz 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.