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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Index,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.