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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Television,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Can,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.