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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.