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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.