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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.