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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.