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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.