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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the crunk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Lalann,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.