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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.