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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pagans to the disco 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.