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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 clarinet 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.