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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.