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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.