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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.