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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 spring reverb 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.