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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.