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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Wings,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.