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 Morocco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.