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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
the Association,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.