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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Pole,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.