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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Mighty Diamonds to the jazz 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.