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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 The Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Magma,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.