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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.