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 Cambodia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.