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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.