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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.