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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Brick,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.