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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.