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 Jamaica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.