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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.