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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.