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 Mali and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.