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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.