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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.