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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.