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 Laos and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.