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 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Brick,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.