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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.