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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.