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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Troubador.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.