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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Association to the grunge 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.