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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.