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 France and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Fat Boys to the rock 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.