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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Scion,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.