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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 L. Decosne to the rap 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.