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 Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Charles Mingus to the funk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.