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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.