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 Guatemala and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Index,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.