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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.