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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Harmonia to the dance 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.