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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Juan Atkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.