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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gories to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt 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 electroclash 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
cv313,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.