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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Bob Dylan to the disco 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.