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 Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 The Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.