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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.