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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Monks,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.