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 Kosovo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.