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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.