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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.