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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Urselle to the punk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.