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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 harpsichord 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 Harmonia to the punk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.