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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.