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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Index,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.