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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.