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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
MDC,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.