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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.