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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Josef K,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.