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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Monks,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.