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 Angola and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.