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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle 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?
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Index,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.