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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Faust to the grunge 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Nas,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.