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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.