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 Mali and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
X-102,
Scion,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.