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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.