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 Brunei and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Monolake 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.