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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
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.