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 Austria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.