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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the grunge 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Index,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.