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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.