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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.