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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Visage,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
X-102,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.