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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 a-ha to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
UT,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.