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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Slackers 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.