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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.