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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Reagan Youth to the techno 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.