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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
the Slits,
The Index,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.