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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.