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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.