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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Smog,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.