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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Red Krayola to the dance 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.