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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.