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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Neu!,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Wings,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.