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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.