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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.