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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.