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 Morocco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 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 Nico to the funk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Wire,
The Human League,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.