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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.