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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.