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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.