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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.