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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.