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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the funk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.