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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.