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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Main Source,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.