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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Pole,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.