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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.