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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 The Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.