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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Morten Harket to the techno 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.