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 Zambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Bluetip to the rap 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Index,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.