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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 grunge 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.