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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Gong to the jazz 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Urselle,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.