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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Cure,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.