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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fania All-Stars to the funk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Neu!,
X-101,
The New Christs,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.