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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.