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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.