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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Mark Hollis to the grime 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.