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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 guitar 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 One Last Wish to the jazz 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants 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?
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.