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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.