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 Australia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.