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 Lebanon 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tremeloes to the rock 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Television,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.