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 Peru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Harmonia to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.