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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Deepchord to the grunge 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.