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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.