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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.