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 France and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Victims to the rap 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
MDC,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.