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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.