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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Wings,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.