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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.