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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.