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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.