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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Faust,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.