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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.