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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.