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 Maldives 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Brick,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.