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 China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The Five Americans to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.