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 Vietnam and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.