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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Fear,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.