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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.