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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock 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?
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Technova,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.