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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.