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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.