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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.