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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 David McCallum to the jazz 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Roxette,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.