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 Korea South and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.