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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 The Angels of Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.