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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 New Order to the disco 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.