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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Minutemen 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.