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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Moody Blues 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.