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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Vogues 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Cluster,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.