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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sonics to the grunge 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.