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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Pagans,
Roxette,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.