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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Style to the techno 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.