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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Pole,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.