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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the dance 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.